The Princess on the Battlefield

The Old King roared and raged in the Royal Palace.

He wanted to order the Army to drive away the invaders, but most of the Soldiers no longer obeyed his orders.

At this moment, the Old King thought that he might still be able to turn to Rhine, the Sage of the Kingdom.

—Not long ago, this young Magician had come to the Royal Palace once and told him about the crimes committed by a Soldier.

Just then, two figures walked into the Royal Palace and came before the King and Queen.

"Father, Mother, I can lead the Army and drive away the invaders."

The one who came was naturally Aurora. The golden-haired girl stood against the morning Sun in front of the palace gate, her petite and beautiful figure casting a long shadow on the ground, her face blurred by the backlight.

Seeing their daughter again, the King and Queen were moved to tears.

Behind the girl, the silver-haired Magician Rhine slowly walked over.

The boy's face had not changed at all compared to back then, and the carving knife called time had not left a trace on him.

The King personally donned his armor and came to the elite Royal Guard.

When he was young, the Old King had also been a brave general, but now, his aging body could no longer support him in battle. Therefore, he appointed a general who was too young, letting her lead the elites to support the Army guarding the front line.

Every Soldier who saw the new general was incredulous, exclaiming in surprise, unable to believe that the one leading them would be such a little girl who looked no more than 12 years old, thinking it was definitely a joke.

But in less than half a day, before the Sun set, Aurora had convinced every Soldier.

This Royal Guard, whose morale was scattered yesterday, had undergone a complete transformation, and they all swore that they were willing to die with the new general! Even so, no one associated the general in front of them with the Kingdom princess who was imprisoned in the depths of the palace in the legends.

Aurora then led this elite force to the front line.

The bandits of Engeland had arrived.

They rushed down the hillside, easily tearing through the Rose Kingdom Army's perfunctory defenses.

The Sword Art Master who had once taught Aurora, now an officer in the Army, rode a majestic warhorse.

But facing the aggressive enemy, even this Sword Art Master felt a sense of powerlessness from the bottom of his heart.

On the battlefield, individual martial strength became limited.

After learning the truth about the Curse, the Soldiers of the Rose Kingdom had long lost their will to resist. They just raised their weapons, shouted a few words, put up a little symbolic resistance, and then scattered and collapsed.

Such a disorganized Army naturally had no combat power at all.

The Soldiers of Engeland laughed and waved their Scimitars, slaughtering all the enemies they saw—for a hundred years, this usually prosperous neighboring country had never been so weak.

The Sword Art Master fled on horseback, trying to avoid hearing the sounds of hacking behind him.

Just at this moment, a troop rushed out from the rear of the battlefield—reinforcements sent by His Majesty the King! This troop was clearly a brave elite, they were neatly lined up, disciplined, their slogans were loud, their horns were loud, and every Soldier fought bravely, desperately killing the enemy, and soon their bodies were covered with their own or the enemy's blood.

The commander of the troop took the lead, rushing to the front of the formation.

Her mount was not a steed, but a large dog, whose eyes were as big as teacups! And two even bigger dogs followed behind the commander, one dog's eyes as big as a waterwheel, and the other dog's eyes as big as the top of a tower.

The dogs bit the invaders of Engeland with their bloody mouths, throwing them high into the sky, where they fell to the ground, either dead or injured, and those who were thrown the highest fell into piles of meat.

The commander, with two magical big dogs, slashed left and right, like a God descending to earth, and immediately defeated a large number of enemies.

"Shoot arrows, shoot arrows!"

The invaders drew their bows and shot arrows, and in an instant, arrows rained down, wanting to kill this powerful commander.

Dozens or hundreds of arrows shot towards the commander, but the arrows all turned into ashes the moment they touched her.

—Man-made or natural weapons cannot harm her! The commander rode a tall dog, galloping across the battlefield. She held her weapon tightly in one hand, broke through the enemy formation, and took out a horn in the other hand, blowing the horn in front of the collapsing rabble.

The loud and stirring sound of the horn pierced the sky! The sound of the horn seemed to be a battle song from heaven, igniting the blood of every Soldier of the Rose Kingdom, shaking the bloodiness in the depths of their souls.

"Charge, drive away the invaders!"

The Soldiers of the Rose Kingdom who had already collapsed, the Kingdom officers who were fleeing everywhere, heard the sound of the horn, cheered up again, rekindled their courage, and their faces were renewed.

Hot tears flowed from the eyes of the Soldiers and officers, and what was boiling in the tears was anger and fighting spirit.

——Her voice could make people's hearts and minds sink, and even the most stony-hearted would shed tears!

"Charge! Charge!"

"For the kingdom, for His Majesty the King!"

"Arrows and swords cannot harm our commander; this is the protection of the Gods!"

In the eyes of the Rose Kingdom's soldiers, the commander riding a large dog, flanked by two other large dogs, was undoubtedly an unyielding banner on the battlefield.

As long as they followed the commander's lead, victory would surely belong to them. If she charged, the Army would be unstoppable; if she did not fall, the war would not be lost.

——Her charm captivated the nation, her every move affecting the world, and all people would be captivated by her! And so, the commander riding the large dog led the kingdom's soldiers, charging and killing all the way, with blood staining her silver-white armor red.

As the sun set, the blood-red twilight stretched her figure into a long shadow on the ground.

The blood-red of dusk mingled with the blood shed by the soldiers, indistinguishable from each other, dyeing the rivers and hills the same color.

On a distant hillside.

The Old King, adorned in armor, listened to the victory war song, his eyes slightly stinging.

He looked towards the center of the battlefield, at his daughter's figure bravely fighting the enemy in the sunset.

The Old King's thoughts couldn't help but return to 10 years ago, to the night when the nationwide celebration was interrupted and the terrifying Curse had just descended, to the prophecy spoken by the Magician Rhine:

"When this Warrior rides her steed across the battlefield, even scattered Armies will succumb to her charm and obey her command! When this Warrior sings a war song before the routed and disorganized troops, even a poorly disciplined force will regroup and willingly die for her! I believe that such a Warrior will surely lead His Majesty's Army, kill the Black Witch, and eliminate the Curse from its source!"

The invaders were driven out of the kingdom.

For a long time, no one dared to invade the lands of the Rose Kingdom again.

——Because a God-like Warrior had deeply imprinted her heroic figure in the minds of every invader.

All the invaders who managed to escape back to their countries exaggerated the process of that epic battle as much as possible, not missing a single detail that would make people tremble.

They gesticulated wildly, jumping up and down, and exaggerated the great terror they faced.

They said that the Gods had protected the Rose Kingdom and sent down a Warrior. The God-given Warrior was surrounded by three monsters, and sharp swords, halberds, and arrows could not harm her in the slightest.

More miracles appeared in various parts of the kingdom.

The morning after the war ended, a thousand birds of different colors appeared in the sky above the Rose Kingdom. The colors of the birds were the colors of the rainbow, and they formed various patterns and words in the air, telling the story of the God-given Warrior.

Someone heard a fox talking to itself in the grass at night. The fox mentioned the God-given Warrior and that the kingdom's Curse would surely be lifted.

Fishermen encountered a terrible storm when they went out to sea, but the storm miraculously subsided immediately. The fishermen caught the fish, cut open their bellies, and found strange notes. When they returned home, their blind wives regained their sight.

People said that this was the will of the Gods.

The Rose Kingdom must be a country protected by the Gods. God bless the King.

Few people noticed that at the locations where many miracles occurred, a silver-haired boy wearing a hood slipped through the crowd.

"Excellent, now people believe that the Gods protect the kingdom and the royal family, and even the terrible Curse set by Black Witch Maleficent will surely be lifted."

"Praise your wisdom, Rhine."

Deep in the Royal Palace, the Old King praised the wise Sage.

"Just some knowledge from beyond the world."

The Sage thought to himself.

From that day on, in addition to the "beautiful princess confined" and the "Magician who grants wishes," a new legend was added to the Rose Kingdom.

In the Royal Capital, on the first floor of the largest and most magnificent luxury hotel, in the tavern where the guests boasted.

The bartender and the guests discussed the legends of the kingdom again between drinks.

"New guest, have you heard of it? That, that legend!" The bartender suddenly stuttered a little.

"Are you talking about the Magician who can grant wishes?"

"No, not that one."

"Are you talking about the King's daughter, a beautiful princess who embodies all the wonderful qualities in the world? Although no one has ever seen her, because she is imprisoned in a bronze palace, and only the King and Queen can enter and exit."

"No, not that either."

The bartender handed the guest a bottle of ale, his expression unusually excited:

"I'm talking about the legend of the Valkyrie sent by the Gods to save our kingdom!"